This poem was inspired by the first few chapters of Genesis.
I stand
And gaze across the vast expanse
My sight obscured
By withered tree with barren branch
O perfection
You were lost with one selfish grasp
One bite of flesh
A passing off
Shame
The Mighty River
Crossed
Tales long told
Will not let us forget
That grave mistake:
Pride
Which drove us from the glory;
But I have heard how Eden grows
With arms and legs stretched forth
A Mighty River flows
To bear refreshment to the land
Porous veins pulsing liquid life into the earth
And on it’s banks each leaf unfurls
Like emerald strand
From dust all beauty was unveiled
From breath all life has taken form
As God exhaled!
But here I stand
I cannot cross that Mighty Flow
Its current pushes me away
With icy hands, restrains my feet
And holds me in my stance
My heart longs for what it cannot have
There is no peace
As all sprang forth from dust
Now dust we breathe
Consuming us
Until to dust
We go
O Ancient Mother of all life
Your one mistake
Caused you to bear a curse so great
And through that curse
The searing pain and sweating brow
You bore my mothers
Who bore me
It passes down
To waters rushing forth
Tumbling stones
Smoothing stones
That line the Mighty River’s bed
I cannot cross
I weep for all that’s lost
Rotted frames of pulp
Weathered stones, illegible
Clouds of dust long scattered by the wind
Nothing can be held within the hand
My sin destroys
Pulverizes my own heart
Breaking down
Passing down
Tumbling down the riverbed
The water
Covering
Washing clean
Polishing
To glass-like touch
Transforming dust to beauty
Just like on that Third Day
When earth began to breathe
That day when Hope began to breathe again
I stand beside the Mighty Flow
The distant shore
Obscured
I cannot cross
My pride, my shame
So cumbrous
I lay it down
This flesh, these bones
Surrender like the stones
To the mighty flow
Of grace
That pulls me in
To the nature of the waves
Enfolding me
Tumbling
Slowly
Churning
Changing
Everything that waits beneath